"Do you know why you're here?" The doctor sitting across from you looked bored, as if he wanted to be anywhere else at that exact moment.

As if you're the one who wanted to be taken from the comfort of your home and brought... here, to the foundation, you think you heard some of those doctors and guards say. Honestly, you still have no idea why you were brought to the foundation in the first place. You aren't an extraordinary person or anything that has secret magical powers or whatever. To be completely honest, before all of this you were just a regular joe living a regular life working a 9-5 that just barley helped you scrapped by.

Even so, you're here now, whether that's for the better or worse? You have absolutely no idea, the whole place was a like one really big doctor's office. Every room was pure white and sterilized to hell and back. The room you were currently in was no different in that regard, but out of the corner of your eye- you saw a security camera, faintly blinking red.

Huh.

I guess you were being watched, nonetheless, the man, who had introduced himself as Dr. Grey impatiently clicked the top of his pen. Waiting. Well, that was too bad, you still had no idea as to why you were dragged here either. He must've noticed this too, since he let out a long-suffering sigh and pinched the space between his eyebrows, with the frown lines in his forehead deepening as he took a manilla folder out a black bag that had been sitting on the floor beside him and laid it out on the table, open, so you could also see the contents inside of it.

So, curiously, you took a peek and instinctually flinch back when you see its contents. Dr. Grey hums, "This jog your memory at all?" It did and now you were starting to feel uncomfortable all over again.

This unease sat in your stomach, which quivered and grumbled, as wave after wave of nausea comes over you. Suddenly, you remember your wrists are handcuffed to the table and the armed guard's standing at the door, also watching and waiting for any sign of resistance on your end.

This... this wasn't how this was supposed to go. Something was wrong here, very, very wrong. You've lived a normal life all these years, so why now? Why were they brining "it" back up? The police promised. They promised this wouldn't be brought up again, so why...?

Just what was this SCP Foundation? What did they know? Who were they- what did they want with you?

You had so many question and no answers.